Tears Of Memory

Wish I could kiss you right now. No matter the smell of morning breath could hinder my taste of you. The warmth of you against me immensely entices my grasp of your absence like a pillow in search of its feathers. As I’m holding you within these thoughts I realize the importance you are, a tender love that reaches me beyond the depths of each memory, tears piercing my skin within each drop I can no longer contain. This is my memory of you, my tears of memory I shall wipe away, my life recycling itself as if I never tarnished.

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